Some years ago I passed this scene and paused
to photograph it, and the result I got
was fabulous, but now that picture's lost:
I've a scan, but it really doesn't match the shot.
And so, each year, I pass this way again,
turn right and cross the bridge, hoping to capture
a replacement for the lost, but something Zen
interferes, and nothing I shoot has quite that rapture.
Sometimes the mountains hide behind fog, or rain.
Other years, like this one, the sky's too blue,
so bright the trees just fade into the terrain.
I know -- I'm being picky, but it's true:
Like snowflakes, each view's unique, and ever changing:
look NOW, for nature's always rearranging.
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